I lost my brother, Mike, to cancer in 2005. He had just turned 30.

That’s too young.

Mike with my son, Titus

Today, he would have been 37 years old.

Even though several years have passed, I still sometimes grab the phone to give him a call.

And then I realize what I’m doing. There’s a hole there that cannot be filled.

However, I do have a hope. I know that I will see him again one day. And I’ll be able to catch up on all the “Happy Birthdays” that I can’t give him right now.

I’m thankful for that.

Happy Birthday, Mike! Love you! Miss you!